In which our hapless hero is attacked by a renegade duck (open)
Arthur Dent was having a jolly good time in Haurvatat so far. Granted, he had only been there a few days, but during that time he hadn’t been thrown out of an airlock, blown up or asked to save the universe, which was more than he could say for his past eight years spent off of Earth. Also, there was tea. And a ducky pond, which he was now gazing upon with some tranquility.
One duck broke away from his brothers and strode up to Arthur with a certain air of authority.
“Awwww, hello there, Mr. Ducky-wucky. Quack quack and all that.”
The duck stared at him with the cold, dead eyes of a killer. Or perhaps that’s just how all ducks’ eyes look. Either way, Arthur was slightly unsettled.
"Don't patronize me" said the duck "I just want some fuckin' bread."
Arthur boggled. “What? I don’t have any bread.”
Then, he then made the horrible mistake of trying to nudge the creature away with one slippered foot. Two seconds later, the air of the park was rent with the screams of nightmare.
“BUGGER! BUGGER! OUCH! JESUS!”
He may require some assistance.
One duck broke away from his brothers and strode up to Arthur with a certain air of authority.
“Awwww, hello there, Mr. Ducky-wucky. Quack quack and all that.”
The duck stared at him with the cold, dead eyes of a killer. Or perhaps that’s just how all ducks’ eyes look. Either way, Arthur was slightly unsettled.
"Don't patronize me" said the duck "I just want some fuckin' bread."
Arthur boggled. “What? I don’t have any bread.”
Then, he then made the horrible mistake of trying to nudge the creature away with one slippered foot. Two seconds later, the air of the park was rent with the screams of nightmare.
“BUGGER! BUGGER! OUCH! JESUS!”
He may require some assistance.